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virgin - gucci mane lyrics

see, my girlfriend is a chain and my car tell you, too
ferrari wagon with the stallion, i got on tint rolls, go medallion
‘we watch for brothers, b-tch, you know i’ll die with champions
supercharge my old camero, pull up there, i’m smashing it
watching chang and ‘ i got a r-t-rded wrist’ man, they do karate kicks
all my hoes were by the susa and all my cops got body kits
and yeah, i got it, ain’t fought about it and i don’t care about a b-tch
catch you with it, drop it, put that pistol on you, take a sh-t
he said i’m just a black brother like you, what you try, to get some knowledge, n-gg-?
pack on up, a double deck, a double stack with cheese, b-tch
and if you pull a trick and blow my legs then i’mma squeeze, b-tch

baby girl ain’t no virgin
baby girl ain’t no virgin
baby girl ain’t no virgin
baby girl ain’t no virgin
what you mean she no virgin?
baby girl ain’t no virgin
what you mean my b-tch ain’t no virgin?
baby girl ain’t no virgin
baby girl ain’t no virgin
baby girl ain’t no virgin
baby girl ain’t no virgin
baby girl ain’t no virgin
what you mean my b-tch ain’t no virgin?
baby girl ain’t no virgin
what you mean that hoe ain’t no virgin?
baby girl ain’t no virgin

‘like nino, dolce and gabbana tuxedo
garbage bag full of cheese, got a big bad of cheetos
hit them with that 50 count two times, prepare a frito
‘with a pair of freak hoe, these pistols right here, they f-ck anybody, they some freak hoe
thousand dollar -ss, n-gg-, i don’t f-ck with cheap hoes
your b-tch a freak for certain, me and my n-gg-s working
never let a n-gg- f-ck me or my money, i’m a virgin
hood rich n-gg- but i still eat jerseys
that hoe ain’t getting no money, don’t need her around me ’cause she worthless
what you mean that hoe ain’t a virgin, thug, lone she had me said is but
then she said she bust 100 time, that’s 100 slugs

that verse should’ve went heard first
talking slick, get your f-cking girl burst
these b-tches they turning the ‘ tell ’em f-cking turf
these b-tches, they give you m-ssages like a f-cking nurse
‘ all my b-tches smell like flowers, just like lotus
calm down, stand down, man down’
i’m a rich n-gg- but my b-tch would’ve been like burglars
i’ve been service so you know my scrub ain’t no virgin
i just need a b-tch, a molly that’s her main purpose
she got a twin, it felt like christmas, it’s out of her purse

- gucci mane lyrics

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